Nobody Could Do What Everyone Else Wanted

September 11, 2015

Nobody shall pity the weak

Pity me?

When I am on the ground?

Nobody shall lend me a hand

When dirt scatters the worried lines of my forehead

Nobody shall cleanse what is left

Nobody shall look

Nor Remember me

Nobody wants to

That's okay

Everyone refused to

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